Why not? You know the slut wants it.

As my shaking hand gripped the phone unsteadily, my dads words echoed inside my mind.

“Because I’ve always known, you’re a..”

*whimper*

“Weak”

“No..”

“Little”

“Nonononono...”

“SISSY!”

“ARGH! NO! ENOUGH. LETS END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL.”

My shaking arm now steady as a rock, I texted Cindy back.

“Drop the pretenses, Slut. You and I both know what you want, and X gon give it to ya.”

The text was immediately replied to by a drooling emoji. What a fucking whore. Well, she’s gonna get it today, just not how she expected to.

Six Minutes Later

I stood at the door to her house and raised my fist. The old James would have hesitated, but i spared old James no time to think.

*BANF BANG BANG*

“HEY SLUT, LEMME IN!”

Cindy opened the door, and I immediately noticed her shocked expression. Before she had time to think, I barged inside and slammed the door. As she opened her mouth to speak, I unzipped my pants and replied, “Shut up and put your nasty ass bitch mouth to work you dumb whore.”

I could tell she loved my new approach to this. She started to lick the tip, but was interrupted by a hand on the back of her head shoving my prick deep into her throat.

“Fuck foreplay, and fuck you too.”

As the slut deepthroated my cock, I marveled at the change in personality I had just went through. Then I felt a sadistic and primal urge build up inside me. Instead of try to fight it like normal, this time I eagerly accepted the invitation.

With a mighty grunt, I picked the slut up and dropped her down on the sofa. I literally ripped her panties off and tossed them aside. Without a word shared, I slammed my average prick deep into her ass. The whore moaned and screamed as she squirted all over the couch, then momentary clarity came to her.

“Mmm-gasp-ahh-wait James-ooh-you need a-moan-condom!”

“Fuck condoms, and fuck you too. Only sissy sluts get infected, and I ain’t no sissy slut.”

As I reached the point of arousal, I looked down at the moaning slut below me. She seemed like she was enjoying herself, like this was the most fun she’s ever had. Is it really that fun to be a bitch boi? What if I was missing out on something important by putting on this ridiculous facade? What if I really was that much of a nice guy at heart?

Shocked by these new revelations, I decided it would be best to pull out. But Cindy, poor innocent soul she was, reached her orgasm again and gripped her hole harder. As I pulled out, the pressure brought upon me the biggest orgasm of my life. I tried my hardest to hold on to my manly desires, but would that be enough against an infection that penetrates your soul? Can the virus see past my masculine facade enough to turn me into the slut I was currently pretending to hate-fuck? Was I really a bitch boi at heart?